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ADRIAN

My whole life I’d been a good son, a good soldier, a fucking martyr for my father's cause, and I would've continued being one if I hadn't uncovered the truth about my brother's disappearance. About the role my father had in it and how he wasn't dead as they made me believe.

Until I realized that everything I had ever believed in was a total fucking lie, and the monstrous shit I did in the name of my father meant nothing. That he would never be happy until he turned me into just another clone of his. And I wasn't going to let him.

Seeing Vega on that train felt like seeing the first rays of sunshine after an eternity filled with dark clouds and rain. It didn't matter that I knew I would most probably never see her again, but I couldn't pass up an opportunity to inhale the sweet scent lingering around her, or tell her she looked good enough to eat.

When I realized she was here at the Academy, it was as if something inside of me broke open, deciding without my input that it would let her in no matter what I did or said. She consumed me, my thoughts, my sleepless nights, and now with a clear head after the night I spent with her, I could finally see what was right in front of me.

I didn't forget that she was lying to us, or the way I behaved toward her. I didn't forget the numbness spreading through my limbs when she told me I wasn't worthy, or the promise I made to myself. She was still mine, goddammit. I wasn't going to let her slip through my fingers.

Not right now. Not when I had finally found someone that could calm the monsters down and keep the demons at bay. Not when one look, one touch from her felt like a balm on this open wound I carried around. I was going to uncover all, but I was done waging a war against myself and what I wanted. What I needed the most.

I had spent my entire life denying myself what I truly wanted, and I was done playing the martyr for a man that cared for no one but himself.

So I plastered a smile to my face this morning, going through that class, intentionally messing around with her, drinking up every single one of those little grunts and annoyed expressions, because I knew she couldn't figure out what the fuck was going on. I couldn't either, if I was being truly honest, but something snapped in me when she walked away after our altercation.

And as something snapped, something else slid into place, and I knew I wouldn't be able to let her go. But to see her going toward the cemetery later on, knowing she was going to meet with Dante, made my blood boil all over again. It was absolutely out of character, and I knew my friend didn't want her in any other capacity but as part of our crew, yet the irrational part of me won over the rational one, and instead of just going there and meeting my two friends, I followed her like an obsessed stalker. Followed her every move, making myself believe I was only doing it to satisfy my curiosity.

He had already told me they'd be meeting today, while also cussing me out for attacking him. But we both knew he was asking for it. There was no need for him to wrap his hand around her neck like that or to stand that close to her, but he was goading me, wanting to see what I would do. He was lucky Vega was there to stop me.

Her voice pulled me back from the pit of rage I found myself in, her touch soothing the jealous beast inside my chest.

But just because I knew he wouldn't do anything, it didn't mean I could stay back and let them meet without me, since he had asked me to stay away this one time. He was going to meet her whether or not I liked it, and I would rather be there to observe. To keep my eye on her. Jax was going to meet us there as well, and I could've just gone to the meeting spot, pretending this morning never happened, but I didn't want to. And with the killer on the loose and Andries doing jackshit to investigate it, I wasn't taking any chances.

I didn't plan for this to happen, with her underneath me, breathing heavily as she looked up at me, while my cock twitched, snug between her pussy lips. I fought for control, for some semblance of it at least, but there was no going back after her little plea rolled off of her tongue.

"You want me to fuck you like I hate you?" I asked, my voice dripping with lust, with need for her. I hated that statement, that ask of hers, because she really did think I hated her. She really thought I meant all those words, that she wasn't good enough for me—that she didn't belong with us?

I hated the need I had for her, and I wanted to fight against it, rebelling against my own body and my own mind, but it was futile trying to evade what was inevitable. I hated the fact that she was still lying to me, that we didn't have enough time yet to get to know each other.

I hated that fucking Bethany opened her big fucking mouth, spewing bullshit that would never happen, even if my father wanted it so desperately he threatened my own life if I tried to stop it. I loathed the hurt in Vega's eyes when she asked me about it in her own way, obviously thinking I would truly marry someone like Bethany.

I never wanted to tie myself to another person, until her. I knew it was insane, this connection we had, this absolutely crazy need coursing through me, but I had a feeling the more I fought against it, the harder it would be on both of us. I never believed in soulmates, in the existence of that one person that was simply made for you. The person you would recognize the moment you saw them, until I saw her.

She put a motherfucking spell on me, and I was hers for the taking.

"Vega—"

"Please, Adrian," she whimpered, closing her eyes as if looking at me was becoming too much. "I just… I don't want the lies. I don't need the words you would inevitably be telling your fiancée. I'm here already. I don't need you to convince me. Just fuck me and—" I pulled back and slammed into her in one move, groaning at the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around me.

"Is this what you want?" I asked, angry she would ask something like that from me. Angry she felt like she needed to do it, knowing it was my fault. Knowing I was the one to blame for the insecurity etched in her face. "You want me to fuck you like I hate you?" I sneered, wrapping my hand around her throat, making her look at me. "Open your eyes, Bambi. Look at me while I fuck you." Her brilliant cat-like eyes opened, that veil she always carried around already pulled tight over them, and I knew right now wasn't the time to uncover all those secrets she hid from me.

"That's it, Bambi," I groaned, pumping into her with long strokes. "God, you have no idea." I shook my head, dropping my chin to my chest, trying to compose myself. She had no fucking idea what she did to me. Infatuation was too small a word for what I felt with every stroke, every little touch of her hands on my chest.

Love was too big of a word, because this wasn't it.

Obsession, possession, infatuation, they all wrapped together, creating this avalanche I couldn't escape. She was inevitable. She was fucking mine, and I would show her why she would never be able to get away from me.

"Oh, Adrian!" she moaned, arching her back, baring her neck. My eyes landed on the small pendant tied to the black string I hadn’t seen before. A half-moon-shaped object glinted in front of me, pulling a smile from me.

For all her bravado, for all her walls, she was still just a girl deep down, and I was going to pull her out. I wanted to know all sides of her. All those hidden parts, just so I could lock them up and keep them with me, because no one else would ever get to see her like that. No one else would ever get to see her like this, spread out, moaning, writhing, and begging for release.

My hips increased their pace, my body pushing me toward the brink, but I didn't want to finish without her.

I slid my hand over her chest, kneading her breasts, before dropping down her stomach and to her clit, pinching the little nub until her screams started echoing around us. Her pussy fluttered around me, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. The pressure pooled at the bottom of my spine, little talons of pleasure dragging over my back, going all the way to my groin.

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